Draco's troubled childhood

Year 1 (1st quarter)

It seems like Draco only just feel asleep when he was woken up the next morning by the head boy. He quickly got dressed, brushed his teeth, made his bed, and combed his hair. He found his schedule he received yesterday from his bedside table and examined it. He had transformations first. He compared it to Crabbe and goyle's schedule. Crabbe didn't have transformation with Draco first period, luckily goyle did. Their other classes were all the same. Malfoy and goyle gathered their things and headed towards class.
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When they got to class, there were only a few other students there. Figures, they got there 10 minutes early. Over the next few minutes more classmates started to file into class. He recognized a few of the kids from the sorting hat ceremony yesterday. Neville longbottom, dean Thomas, Seamus finnigan, and the dirty mudblood hermione granger.

After a few more minutes the teacher, professor mcgonagall, walked in. "Hello everyone," she began. "Welcome to transformations 101. I will be your teacher and you will learn about the alterings of a physical object or person. Now, open your notebooks and begin writing down what you already know about this topic. I will show you an example of myself." Before anyone could ask what she meant, she turned into a cat before our eyes. We all stared at her in awe. Instead of turning back she meowed, getting the hint the class began to write.

After a few minutes, mcgonagall still in cat form, the doors opened revealing Harry Potter and Ron weasley running in. "Whew, made it! Can you imagine the look on mcgonagall's face if we were late?" Ron asked Harry. Draco rolled his eyes. Of course the great Harry Potter would be late to class. He thinks he's so much better than everyone else. Before Harry could respond mcgonagall transformed back to human form and gave the boys a pointed look. "That was bloodily brilliant, professor." Weasley said sucking up.

"Thank you for that assessment, mr. weasley." Mcgonagall started. "Perhaps it would be more useful if I transformed mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way maybe one of you might be on time!"

"We got lost." Potter interjected.

"Then perhaps a map." Mcgonagall responded. "I trust you don't need one to find your seats." With that she walked back to her desk and sat down. Embarrassed, Potter and weasley sat down in their seats behind me and goyle and began on their assignment. I shook my head in disgust at them and got back to work.
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45 minutes later class ended and we were dismissed to our next class. "That Potter is so entitled. Walking in late like he's better than us." Goyle told malfoy as they walked to their next class, potions. On the way towards potions Crabbe joined the 2 boys.

When they got to class professor snape wasn't there yet. The 3 boys took a seat in the front of the class. Draco looked around and saw Potter, granger, and weasley sitting behind him. He frowned, not wanting to sit near a mudblood. Ignoring them, Draco began to strike up a conversation with Crabbe and goyle about potions class.

Once all the students were here professor snaps burst into the classroom. "There will be no silly wand waving or foolish incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few," he looks at me and I smirk toward Crabbe and goyle. "Who posses the predisposition...I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." He glances towards Potter and sees him not paying attention. "Then again maybe some of you have come to hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough TO NOT PAY ATTENTION!"

Granger nudges Potter to get his attention to focus on professor snape. He puts his quill down and looks at the him. "Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He began to question. Hermione raised her hand eagerly and Potter shook his head. "You don't know? Well let's try again. Where, mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a beazor?